Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease. A monstrous, otherworldly creature soars beneath a dark, storm-laden night sky, its vast, membranous bat-like wings blotting out the pale glow of the moon. Wisps of mist curl around its chitinous, insectoid body, reflecting the eerie yellow light of its hollow, glowing eyes. Its elongated, vulture-like head tilts unnaturally, revealing rows of blackened, needle-sharp teeth dripping with thick saliva. Segmented limbs, ending in cruelly curved talons, stretch hungrily toward the ground as if seeking prey. The air is heavy with unnatural cold, breath misting in the presence of this eldritch horror. Faint stars flicker behind fast-moving clouds, briefly illuminating the swirling tendrils of eldritch energy that crackle around the Byakhee’s monstrous form.
Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease. A monstrous, otherworldly creature soars beneath a dark, storm-laden night sky, its vast, membranous bat-like wings blotting out the pale glow of the moon. Wisps of mist curl around its chitinous, insectoid body, reflecting the eerie yellow light of its hollow, glowing eyes. Its elongated, vulture-like head tilts unnaturally, revealing rows of blackened, needle-sharp teeth dripping with thick saliva. Segmented limbs, ending in cruelly curved talons, stretch hungrily toward the ground as if seeking prey. The air is heavy with unnatural cold, breath misting in the presence of this eldritch horror. Faint stars flicker behind fast-moving clouds, briefly illuminating the swirling tendrils of eldritch energy that crackle around the Byakhee’s monstrous form.
Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.A tall, grotesque, hairless ghast lurks in the shadows of an immense, otherworldly cavern. Its pale, rubbery skin glistens under the dim bioluminescent fungi clinging to jagged basalt walls. The creature's beady black eyes glint with hunger, its wide, lipless mouth stretched into a silent snarl, revealing jagged, uneven teeth. Its long, clawed fingers grip the damp stone as it crouches low, its powerful, dog-like hind legs tensed for a sudden leap.
Prompt: Create a detailed character illustration of Rodan, the Salt Whisperer, a mysterious pirate captain from a dark fantasy setting. He has weathered, salt-crusted skin and pale, lagoon-like eyes that shimmer with an eerie light. His hair is gray and brittle, resembling dried seaweed. Rodan wears a tattered captain’s coat stiffened by salt, with jagged, coral-like armor pieces. A curved saber hangs at his side, appearing to be made from petrified coral. His presence exudes the harshness of the sea, and his stance is commanding, like a man who controls the tides themselves. Surround him with an aura of salt mist, and show salt crystals forming where his boots touch the deck. The scene should be atmospheric, with a stormy ocean backdrop and an ominous, cloudy sky, emphasizing his connection to the sea's ancient magic
Prompt: Create a detailed character illustration of Rodan, the Salt Whisperer, a mysterious pirate captain from a dark fantasy setting. He has weathered, salt-crusted skin and pale, lagoon-like eyes that shimmer with an eerie light. His hair is gray and brittle, resembling dried seaweed. Rodan wears a tattered captain’s coat stiffened by salt, with jagged, coral-like armor pieces. A curved saber hangs at his side, appearing to be made from petrified coral. His presence exudes the harshness of the sea, and his stance is commanding, like a man who controls the tides themselves. Surround him with an aura of salt mist, and show salt crystals forming where his boots touch the deck. The scene should be atmospheric, with a stormy ocean backdrop and an ominous, cloudy sky, emphasizing his connection to the sea's ancient magic
Prompt: A monstrous shark-man pirate captain with a towering, muscular frame. His skin is rough and gray-blue like a mako shark, covered in scars from countless battles. His face is a terrifying fusion of man and beast, with lifeless black eyes, rows of razor-sharp teeth, and gills along his neck. He wears a heavy, tattered leather coat reinforced with iron plates and adorned with jagged shells and the teeth of massive sea predators. His weapons are brutal—a massive cutlass shaped like a butcher’s blade and a harpoon attached to a rusted chain at his belt.
Prompt: **AI Prompt for Warlord Grimzog**
*A towering orc warlord stands beneath flickering industrial lights, his green-skinned bulk clad in jagged, battle-worn armor covered in crude glyphs and battlefield trophies. One cybernetic eye glows red, scanning his surroundings with ruthless intent, while his massive, clawed gauntlet crackles with barely contained energy. In his other hand, a brutal, custom-built firearm rests, its barrel still hot from recent slaughter. His tusked maw twists into a savage grin as he growls a guttural command, radiating raw aggression and the unstoppable hunger for war.*
Prompt: **AI Prompt for Valerius Caelus – The Master of Shadows**
*"Seated in a high-backed chair of dark leather, Valerius Caelus radiates quiet authority. Shadows dance across his angular features—piercing amber eyes, a sharp jawline, every detail carefully composed. His tailored black coat, lined with gold embroidery, drapes effortlessly, while a polished cane rests beneath one gloved hand, its hidden monomolecular blade known only to a select few.
The air is thick with incense and parchment dust, the hum of cogitators filling the chamber. Data-slate in hand, he reviews intercepted transmissions, trade ledgers, whispered betrayals. A servo-skull hovers nearby, delivering hushed reports. He listens, expression unreadable, before a slow, knowing smirk forms.
'Interesting,' he murmurs, fingers tapping against the slate. In this chamber, he may sit alone—but his reach extends far beyond, woven into the shadows of the great and the damned alike."*
Prompt: A towering, battle-hardened woman stands amidst the smoke and fire of a war-torn battlefield. General Helena Dracis, clad in a dark green and gold-trimmed officer’s coat over her functional, battle-scarred carapace armor, commands her forces with unshakable authority. Her short-cropped silver hair is damp with sweat and grime, her piercing ice-blue eyes scanning the chaos with cold precision. She wields a brutal chain saber, its teeth dripping with the blood of fallen foes, and a finely crafted bolt pistol, smoke still curling from its barrel. Around her, Imperial Guardsmen fight desperately, their discipline holding under her relentless commands. Explosions light up the dust-choked sky, casting flickering shadows over the broken city ruins. The roar of engines and distant screams blend with the rhythmic thudding of heavy artillery. In the background, towering hab-blocks crumble under relentless shelling, and the banners of the Imperium struggle to remain upright amid the devastation. Her expression is one of steel resolve—no hesitation, no fear, only the will to crush the enemy beneath the Imperium’s might.
Prompt: A cool, calculating noblewoman sits motionless at an ornately decorated mahogany desk in a gloomy, neoclassical office. Matriarch Cassia Aurelian wears a high-necked black brocade robe with gold and emerald green embellishments, her slender fingers adorned with ornate rings. Her emerald eyes sparkle sharply as she goes through a parchment scroll of Imperial decrees, a cold, knowing smile on her pale lips. Behind her stretches a massive wall of windows, looking down on the endless lights of the Macropolis. Massive marble columns frame the room, oil paintings of her ancestors hang on the walls, their gazes stern and judgmental. A large strategic map of the planet is projected onto a holographic table, subtle movements of imperial and criminal factions visible. A mug of dark Amasec steams beside her, while the muted ticking of an ancient chrono clock breaks the silence. The room exudes power, control and an underlying threat.”
Prompt: An imposing, dignified Lord-Governor sits in an ornate but somber throne room that exudes the power and control of the Empire. Alaric Vortem is an older man with sharply cut features, silver-grey hair and piercing, cold blue eyes. He wears an Imperial officer's uniform with heavy, gold-embroidered epaulets or a formal robe bearing the crest of his House. His posture is stern and authoritarian as he rests one hand on the armrest ornament of his massive throne.
The room itself is characterized by Gothic architecture: tall, sinister columns, lead-framed windows offering a bleak view of the Macropolis, and massive banners bearing Imperial symbols and aquilas. A holo-table with tactical maps of the sector glows dimly in front of him, while servoskulls and Administratum scribes are busy in the background. The lighting is dim, with scattered candles and cold blue light from strategic evaluation screens. The atmosphere is heavy, as if the air itself is charged with intrigue and political pressure. Vortem's face shows no emotion - only steely determination and a quiet distrust of everything around him. “*
Prompt: On a small cyber nightclub stage, bathed in neon lights and the pulsing bass of heavy music, a ripped cyberpunk rocker commands the crowd. His electric blue mohawk crackles faintly with energy, standing tall above his sharp, slightly Asian features. Lime-green augmented eyes glow with intensity, and faint circuitry-like scars run across his temple, adding to his rebellious aura.
He wears an open jet-black neo-military jacket adorned with glowing fiber-optic threads, metallic studs, and graffiti slogans like "REWIRE THE FUTURE." Beneath it, his chiseled chest and abs are visible through a torn black mesh tank top, decorated with shifting, glowing cyber tattoos. Tactical combat pants hug his muscular legs, and chains hang from his belt, clinking softly. Steel-toed chrome-plated boots stomp against the glowing stage floor, leaving faint neon imprints.
Strapped to his back is his hybrid guitar-shotgun, a masterpiece of rebellion. The guitar’s metallic body is painted with neon graffiti and etched with koi fish swimming through digital waves. The shotgun barrel runs along the neck, seamlessly blending destruction with artistry.
As holographic projections flicker behind him, the crowd surges, cheering wildly. With a defiant stance, he grips his guitar, his glowing eyes piercing the haze of smoke and light. On this stage, he’s not just a musician—he’s the embodiment of raw power, rebellion, and neon-soaked chaos.
Prompt: Create a vibrant, 1980s-inspired band promotion poster for a fictional synthi electro-rock band named Maschinenmensch. The poster should have a futuristic, cyberpunk aesthetic, drawing influence from artists like Kraftwerk. The background should feature a gradient of deep purple and electric blue, with bold neon geometric shapes such as triangles, grids, and lightning bolts. The band name "MASCHINENMENSCH" should be displayed in large, bold, glowing futuristic font, with a metallic silver outline, and holographic lighting effects. The band members are dressed in sleek, angular metallic outfits with dark sunglasses and visors, embodying a robotic, cyberpunk persona. They stand in front of a glowing synthesizer, surrounded by retro computer screens, wires, and circuit patterns. There is a glowing digital grid floor beneath them. The atmosphere is high-tech, electric, and otherworldly, with a large glowing moon and dynamic light trails cutting through the composition. Include the text “MASCHINENMENSCH: The Ultimate Sound Revolution!” and a tagline “Prepare for a sonic journey beyond time and space!” in neon lettering. Feature the text “1985 World Tour – Berlin, Tokyo, New York & more!” and “Special guests: The Neon Knights”. The color scheme should consist of neon pink, electric blue, silver, black, and white, evoking a blend of retro-futuristic vibes and electronic music culture.
Prompt: "Create a detailed image of an Imperium of Man frigate from Warhammer 40k flying through the vastness of space. The massive, gothic-styled spacecraft should feature ornate architecture, towering spires, and intricate details, typical of the Imperium's design. In the background, depict a reddish desert planet with visible craters and rugged terrain, surrounded by faint cosmic dust and distant stars. The scene should evoke a sense of scale and grandeur, capturing the frigate's imposing presence against the vast, alien backdrop of space."
Prompt: create a creature with the an upper humaoid serpentine body and the lower body of a snake. its whole body is covered in emerald scales. it wears jewelery and carries a szeptre. the background a vine covered strange town of rounded buildings in a swamp can be seen.
Prompt: The sea horse is the steed of the sea. When on solid land, a sea horse looks like a normal equine, albeit one displaying all the colors of the calm and raging oceans. When the sea horse is fully submerged in the water (a state it does not shy from), their hindquarters melt into giant, scaled fishtails, reminiscent of the classical mermaid. With this, it
can swim as quickly as it can run on land, and carry riders with them.
Prompt: On the shoreline, the razor bear cuts an imposing figure. Its massive, bear-like body is covered in three layers of glistening fish scales, each layer overlapping to form an almost impenetrable armor. The scales catch the sunlight, casting iridescent reflections that make the creature look both beautiful and terrifying.
The razor bear's head is striking and fearsome. Its lidless eyes are dark and unblinking, giving it an eerie, perpetual stare that seems to pierce through anything it gazes upon. These eyes, adapted for both underwater and land hunting, survey the beach with a predatory intensity. Its jaws, reminiscent of a barracuda, are slightly ajar, revealing rows of sharp, serrated teeth designed for gripping and tearing.
As the razor bear moves, its powerful limbs drive it forward with a fluid grace. Despite its bulk, it covers ground rapidly, its movement efficient and purposeful. The muscular legs, adapted for both swimming and running, dig into the wet sand with each stride, leaving deep, clawed footprints behind. Its short, flattened tail, while primarily a tool for swimming, sways slightly as it walks, adding to its balance and agility.
Prompt: The old marble statue of St. Kilian stands solemnly in the heart of an ancient oak forest, its weathered surface softly gleaming under the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. The saint, depicted in his traditional bishop's attire, holds a crozier in one hand, while a sword rests over his shoulder, symbolizing his role as both a spiritual leader and a defender of the faith.
Time has etched its marks on the statue; the once smooth marble is now streaked with moss and lichen, giving it a venerable, almost mystical appearance. Small cracks and chips are visible, evidence of centuries of exposure to the elements. Despite the wear, St. Kilian's face retains an air of serene authority, his eyes gazing slightly upward, as if seeking divine guidance or bestowing a silent blessing upon the forest.
The pedestal, adorned with faint, weathered carvings of Celtic patterns, merges seamlessly with the forest floor, as roots of nearby oaks begin to entwine around its base. The statue seems to exude a quiet guardianship over the sacred grove, a timeless sentinel amidst the whispering trees and rustling leaves.
Prompt: A hulking wereboar stands before you, its form a grotesque fusion of man and beast. Its powerful, sinewy limbs are covered in coarse, bristly hair that blends seamlessly with patches of rough human skin. The creature's massive head bears the unmistakable features of a wild boar—sharp tusks jutting from its maw, a wide, flattened snout, and small, glinting eyes that gleam with a savage intelligence.
Tattered rags, remnants of its former human attire, cling desperately to its muscular frame, hanging in shreds from its broad shoulders and thick, barrel-like chest. These scraps of cloth flutter slightly with each breath, hinting at the struggle between its human past and its bestial present.
The wereboar's clawed hands flex instinctively, ready to rend and tear, while its sturdy legs end in sharp hooves that dig into the earth. Standing in the moonlit shadows of a dense forest, its breath rises in misty clouds, and the faint scent of the wild clings to the air around it. The creature exudes a primal, untamed aura, a force of nature barely contained within a semi-human shell.
Prompt: Create an eerie, ghostly apparition manifesting as a misty phantom. The phantom should have a vaguely male human form, with indistinct, swirling features made of dense, glowing fog. Its eyes glow faintly with an otherworldly light, and its hands stretch out with wisps of fog trailing from the fingers. The phantom’s presence should evoke a sense of sorrow and malevolence, blending seamlessly with the thick, swirling mists of the dark, rocky and wooded landscape. The background should be dimly lit by a pale, ghostly moon, casting long shadows over the jagged rocks and the ancient, twisted trees that surround the scene
Prompt: two simple middle-aged 18th century women and twins in front of a simple stone chapel on a grassy rock. the look with a sinister smile at the viewer
Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
A Black jazz singer in her late twenties steps into the spotlight, her slightly chubby figure filling the midnight-blue velvet dress with effortless elegance. The sequins catch the stage lights as she sways, accentuating her natural curves. Her caramel-brown skin glows warmly, and her sleek finger waves, adorned with a jeweled hairpin, shimmer as she tilts her head.
Cradling the vintage microphone, her full, crimson-painted lips part to release a rich, soulful voice that fills the smoky room. Her sleeveless dress reveals arms that are strong yet softly full, adding to her presence.
The pearls at her neck bounce lightly as she moves with the rhythm, embodying a beauty that defies the era's slender ideals. Behind her, the band plays a lively tune, but the room is captivated by her unapologetic voice and her magnetic, confident presence.
Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
"A towering, rough-hewn female mob enforcer stands in the dimly lit, smoky haze of a 1920s speakeasy, radiating raw power and menace. Her face is broad and scarred, with a crooked nose that’s clearly been broken more than once, and her piercing glare is framed by dark, smudged kohl eyeliner. Her cropped, slicked-back hair and square jawline lend her a severe, almost brutal appearance, far from conventional beauty. She wears a sleeveless pinstriped vest over a white shirt, paired with high-waisted trousers and scuffed leather boots that clunk heavily with each step. Her muscular arms, decorated with faded tattoos, bulge as she crosses them, a pair of brass knuckles hanging from her belt. Nearby, a sawed-off shotgun rests within arm’s reach, its presence a silent warning. The ambient jazz and chatter fade in her presence as nervous patrons steal glances at the hulking enforcer who looks like she could knock a man out with a single punch, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so."
Prompt: A slightly pudgy younger man with glasses, dressed in classic 1920s attire including a tweed vest, white shirt, and a bow tie, is seated at a sturdy wooden desk in a dimly lit library. The scene is illuminated by a vintage desk lamp casting a warm glow over an ancient occult tome laid open in front of him. The book's pages are filled with intricate symbols and arcane illustrations, captivating his focused and slightly intense expression. Surrounding him, towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes create a cozy yet mysterious atmosphere, blending intellectual curiosity with an air of mysticism.
Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
Prompt: A Blighted Acolyte in 1920s attire walks through a dimly lit urban alley, their once-fashionable clothing now subtly corrupted by an unnatural decay. They wear a tailored three-piece suit, the fabric fraying at the edges and stained with faint, sickly red patterns resembling veins. Their fedora or cloche hat is slightly askew, shadowing their face, which is pale and gaunt, with faint traces of glowing crimson veins visible beneath the skin. Their eyes glimmer with a dim, unsettling red light, and their movements are both deliberate and eerily graceful, as if guided by an unseen force. A faint aura of the evening sun’s blood-red shimmer surrounds them, casting flickering shadows that seem to pulse with life. The scene is set in a cityscape shrouded in twilight, with art deco architecture towering above, yet the acolyte’s mere presence seems to twist the environment subtly—brick walls appear cracked, metal rusts, and the air carries an oppressive stillness, as if the city itself recoils from their presence.
Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
Prompt: A sinister cultist stands in a desolate, decaying landscape, wielding a lantern forged from blackened iron and etched with intricate, glowing runes. The lantern contains a crimson ember, a small but intensely radiant flame, pulsing with an unnatural, blood-red glow that shimmers like molten chitin. The cultist, clad in flowing dark robes adorned with red and gold accents, bears a branding on their solar plexus that faintly glows in the ember's light. Their face is obscured by a ceremonial mask with a haunting, insectoid design. The crimson light from the lantern spills outward, casting eerie, shifting shadows and causing visible decay in the surrounding environment—grass withers, stone cracks, and the air itself seems heavy with entropy. The cultist's stance is commanding, their free hand raised as if invoking divine power, while the ember's hum reverberates with an unsettling, almost sentient intensity. The atmosphere is one of dread and power, with a darkened sky streaked with blood-red hues above."
Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
